Quinn kept shaking Walter. "Spit it out! Was it you? Where''d you take him? Why''d you do it? Why?!"


    Her voice, all raspy and desperate, cut through the quiet wilderness, carried by the wind.All content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Walter just stood there, letting her shake him, his face a nk te.


    His silence crushed herst bit of hope.


    She started pounding her fists on his chest, trying to let out all her sorrow. But no matter how hard she hit, it didn''t faze him. Suddenly, she shoved him away.


    "Walter, get lost! I never wanna see you again!" she yelled.


    Walter took a step back and grabbed her wrist. "Done throwing your fit?"


    "Let go of me!" Quinn snapped, struggling hard.


    He held her wrist tight and pulled her into his arms. The more she fought, the tighter he held on.


    "Doesn''t matter if you believe me or not. He''s dead. Dead is dead. Whether you wanna see me or not, he''s still dead," Walter said coldly.


    "Shut up! I don''t wanna hear it!" Quinn screamed, pushing against him, but she couldn''t break free. His grip was so tight it was hard to breathe. Eventually, she ran out of steam.


    She stopped struggling and slumped weakly against Walter''s chest.


    Maybe it was because she hadn''t seen Alexander''s body with her own eyes, or maybe she just couldn''t ept the truth. She always felt he was still out there, not dead. Like usual, he was somewhere out there.


    Maybe he''d pop up in front of her any moment, teasing her with that smile.


    "He said he wouldn''t die. He also said he wouldn''t let me down again," Quinn said, pushing Walter away, her voice calming down. "I haven''t forgiven him yet. He wouldn''t die." Walter looked down at her, a mocking smile on his face. "If you say so."


    Quinn didn''t wanna deal with him anymore and turned to walk up the slope.


    She remembered Alexander''s lookst night. Did he have a lot to say?


    What was he thinking at that moment?


    Even if he had a thousand things to say, he left nothing behind, not a single word.


    He vanished so suddenly, just like when Quinn left back then.


    Quinn''s mind was a foggy mess; she couldn''t think and didn''t want to. All she could see was the image of him falling in front of her.


    She looked up at the sky.


    It was getting dark.


    She felt a wave of dizziness, and Walter, walking behind her, saw her copse to the ground.


    When she woke up again, she was in the hospital.


    She stared at the ceiling, her gaze unfocused. Hearing footsteps, she suddenly sat up, turning her head with hope.


    But when she saw it was Walter, the hope in her eyes instantly faded.


    Walter walked to her side, looking her up and down. "Awake?" he said.


    Quinn stared nkly at him, pulling at the corners of her mouth, then silently looked away.


    She said, "I had a dream."


    Before she could even say what the dream was, Walter cut her off, "It wasn''t a dream. It was real."


    Quinn was stunned again, suddenly looking at Walter.


    Walter sat down beside her, speaking slowly, "Alexander is dead."